Most like an arch—an entrance which upholdsand shores the stone-crush up the air like lace.Mass made idea, and idea held in place.A lock in time. Inside half-heaven unfolds.Most like an arch—two weaknesses that leaninto a strength. Two fallings become firm.Two joined abeyances become a termnaming the fact that teaches fact to mean.Not quite that? Not much less. World as it is,what’s strong and separate falters…It is by falling in and in we makethe all-bearing point, for one another’s sake,in faultless failing, raised by our own weight.- John Ciardi